Never before have the words to Simon and Garfunkel’s “America,” meant more to me than they have following a weekend trip to Hardwick, Vermont as we flew out of Burlington.
I don’t fly often. In fact, before this past weekend, the last time I flew was 2005. I am not afraid of flying, my late uncle, my brother and a high school friend all had private pilot’s licenses at one time in their lives and each one of them took me “up” for short flights in small, 2 and 4 seat planes.
I am afraid of airport security. I AM NOT A CRIMINAL. I am a progressive-populist who believes in civil rights, personal liberty, human dignity and who happens to be married to a man who has been a community organizer for 30 years of his adult life. Trained by the irascible Shel Trapp (who ascended from a line of organizers trained by or through the work of Saul Alinsky), my husband’s work in various parts of the country, teaching people to advocate for themselves with their government bodies on a wide range of issues has earned him a thick FBI file and line placement on many government lists. He ALWAYS gets x-rayed at airports.
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